the chilliad
fiction
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Ourselves We Find In The Sea
On the island of Kallsoy there is a story. The story says that once upon a time, there was a woman of the sea who fell so in love with a fisherman that she shed her sealskin and walked on new legs out of the waves to be his wife. She bore him many children, and never again turned her gaze to the sea. The story says: you can make a human out of what is not. The story says: this new human will even love you for it. This is not that story.
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colossians 1:16
in brief, what happened was that eighteen-ish months ago, keli found BabyTodd in a dumpster.
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it was a wild sound
the world is ending, but it has been for some time; shenzi barely thinks about it anymore. sometimes a turn of the light will catch her eye and she will remember that everything is fading away, but these reminders are gentle, like a touch on the shoulder waking you up from a dream. there is no rush, here at the end. things disappear slowly, less like they are leaving and more like they are lingering.
nonfiction
c’est tout.
disaster! an autobiography
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molly ofgeography 